“Mmmmmmm, that was good,” Bridger praises Stephanie as he swirls a finger through the semen on her back before giving a light slap to her ass. “Better get to work.”
I shake my head and look back at Tenn’s email while the two fuckbirds get dressed.
What’s up, man?
Things cooled down? I hope so. And I’m sorry it went down that way. I know you have feelings for Callie, but trust me on this… sometimes things just don’t align the way we want them too. You spent a lot of time before I left telling me all about what drove you to open up The Wicked Horse. You and I are a lot alike… we have things that impassion us, and my best piece of advice to you is don’t let up on those goals. Do I like that you’re operating a sex club? Not particularly, but little bro… if it makes you happy and fulfilled, you have my support. I’m just really sorry that means you don’t get the girl, but hey… she really didn’t fit into that lifestyle anyway, right? It’s probably all for the best.
I read the rest of the email quickly, getting updates on Casey, Zoe, and Bree, then I focus back on the beginning. Tenn is pretty much telling me that I have his approval to pursue The Wicked Horse. This is something that should make me feel fantastic, but all I can concentrate on are the lines that keep jumping out at me.
I’m just really sorry that means you don’t get the girl, but hey… she really didn’t fit into that lifestyle anyway, right? It’s probably all for the best.
Tenn is hitting the nail on the head. My dream is The Wicked Horse. Callie doesn’t belong there. It’s simple fucking math. We just don’t add up.
“Later, guys,” Stephanie says as she walks out.
Bridger lounges back on the couch and squeezes his package while leering at me lewdly. “Dude… that was some amazing fucking right there. Would have been a shit ton better if you’d gotten in on it with us.”
I glance back to the email. “Maybe some other time.”
He snorts and pushes up off the couch. “Woolf… buddy. You need to man up.”
I look up to him in surprise. “What? Just because I don’t join you in a threesome, you’re suddenly questioning the size of my balls?”
“No,” he says with an amused shake of his head. “I’m saying you need to man up and go get your girl. I’m tired of your pissy attitude and so is everyone else to be honest.”
My walls start to rise up and slam into place. I don’t want to hear what he has to say. I’m far more interested in Tenn’s advice.
It’s probably all for the best.
I stare at Tenn’s email, maybe seeking some deeper meaning. Surely that’s not what he really meant. Because fuck it… I don’t want to accept that I can’t have Callie. It’s not for the best, at least not in my mind.
Bridger’s large hand comes down on my laptop, and he slams it closed on me.
“What the fuck?” I snarl at him.
He calmly rests an ass cheek on the corner of the desk, arms crossed over his chest, and says, “Admit it.”
“Have you lost your goddamn mind?” I ask, for the second time in my life wanting to punch Bridger. The first being when he was fucking Callie.
“Admit it,” he says again. So very simply, and now with a smirk.
“Admit what?” I grit out.
He just stares at me, calmly waiting me out. He knows me. He knows how much of myself I know, and he knows good and fucking well the answer to my problems wasn’t in Tenn’s email.
“Admit it,” he says again, softly.
With a sigh, I lean back in my chair and rub the bridge of my nose. When I look up at him, I grimace and say, “Fine. I love her.”
Because yeah… I fucking love Callie Hayes. It’s why she’s driving me mad, why my dick won’t look at another piece of pussy, and why I’m an asshole to everyone around me.
Bridger stares at me a moment before pushing up off the desk. “Man up. Get your girl.”
“What exactly do you expect me to do?” I ask him, slightly disgruntled that everything just seems so simple in Bridger’s mind. “Should I kidnap her? I’m sure I could shoot her dad before he gets me. And hey… if I do kidnap her, I could just tie her up and bring her to The Silo. Strap her to the St. Andrew’s cross so she can’t get away, and then I can fuck her whenever I want. That sounds like a brilliant fucking plan.”
When I finish my rant, Bridger just shakes his head and asks, “Are you done?”
“No,” I say in a completely pouty voice, but then I ask seriously, “What the fuck should I do?”
“Dude… it’s not that hard of a problem to solve.”
I cock an eyebrow at him skeptically, because I’m a pretty smart guy. I should have this shit figured out by now, but since I haven’t, I guess I need someone to walk me through it.
“You love her,” he says.
“Yes.”
“Her dad is the governor,” he presses on.
I roll my eyes, but he just waits patiently for me to play his game. “Yes.”
“And Callie can’t be affiliated with you because if knowledge of the club came out, it would kill her father’s reelection campaign?”
“Yes,” I say with a dramatic sigh. “So what?”
“So the only thing blocking you from her is the club.”
“Yes.”
“Then Woolf,” he says in exasperation while he thumps me on the back of my head. “Back out of the fucking club and get your girl.”
“No fucking way,” I say automatically, almost like a robot in fact. “This club is my life.”
Bridger gives out a harsh bark of laughter. “This club is your rodent wheel.”
I blink at him, confused. “Rodent wheel?”
“Yeah… one of those fucking wheels hamsters and shit run on to get exercise. They run and run and run, and go fucking nowhere.”
“That’s not what this is,” I say as I wave my hand around this office. “This was my dream.”
“This was your way out of a boring job managing a company you don’t have any interest in. It was a way to get lots of pussy and explore your sexuality. It was your way to stay tied to me, because you think you owe me for what I did for you.”
“No, that’s not—”
He holds a hand up. “It’s your rodent wheel, man, and I’m here to tell you… if you stay on that wheel, you are going to pass up something that I personally believe is the greatest thing to ever happen to you. A woman that cares for you, will love you, give you beautiful babies, and fuck you like a rock star. Who the fuck wouldn’t want that?”
“You,” I point out.
“I’m an anomaly,” he counter argues. “Unlike me, you have a heart, and it’s going to take a motherfucking beating if you let her get away.”
Closing my eyes, I lean my head back against the chair. I try to picture what it would mean to give this club up. No more wild nights of random, kinky fucking. No more threesomes with Bridger… except, well… maybe Callie would still want to do that. But no more pushing the envelope… not with sweet Callie.
I have to consider… what would I be giving up if I let her go?
That glorious pussy, her heart of gold, her love.
Wait? Does she love me?
I’ve done nothing to elicit that. I’ve left her in the dust so many times I can’t remember them. I’ve been trying to convince her the last few weeks to just let me fuck her on the sly without any offer of more stability.
I’m a motherfucking prick is what I am, and there’s no way in hell she could ever love me.
Giving up this club and going after her would be the biggest risk I’ve ever taken in my life. And I’d be giving up a lot without any guarantee that I’d get the girl in return.
Chapter 22